Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.